He was silent as he took everything in, but some of her words stuck with him. Biddable. Bile rose in his throat as he thought about it, and his expression would have given him away had he not schooled it into a far more neutral expression quickly. What had he walked into if this woman felt that whoever was in charge here was keeping the people who arrived 'biddable'?

"No space vessels? Truly? Are there any other forms of transport?" That truly meant they were stuck if there was no way to get off the planet. Was that what they wanted? Bring people here, abandon them, and do what with them? This was a lot to take in at once.

He winced slightly as he resettled himself on his crutches. He hated to show weakness in front of anyone, but he'd left the clinic too early, unsurprisingly. He wasn't going to lie about all day when he could be out finding information - and what he'd learned proved that he had been correct. He gave a flash of a smile. "Oh I'm fairly technologically adept." Certainly enough to reprogramme Imperial Droids, and to do whatever the Rebellion ever needed him to. "Perhaps I should make contact with them." Not a question. Definitely a statement of intent.